poetry Archives - Page 8 of 13

Human Lego

Posted on April 11, 2017

He spoke of all his favorite parts of her, but she knew that the other parts held her together. She and him fell apart, but remained self-compatible. She was not born to complete him. We are just human lego with destiny playing with us. Let’s hope that sweet girl does not accidentally step on us. […]

flow to flow

Posted on April 9, 2017

Musical notes, black bars, surround soundeed, trapped in your song. Inhaling your sweetest lyrics, and feeling your words drip down into my lungs. I don’t exhale, I want the words to remain and percolate throughout my body. That’s how rivers are born.

Poetic Haunts

Posted on April 8, 2017

I tattooed my favorite poem on your ghost so when you haunt me it’ll be more magical. I always wanted to be haunted by poetry. Thank you.

Running the Streets

Posted on April 4, 2017

I spent the night writing graffiti on your walls of skin with my fingertips. You called it street art. In the morning, I was gone, the city is full of walls. You understood, the world is full of artists.

Dirty Water

Posted on April 3, 2017

I want to bathe in your soul, wash myself in your warm goodness and feel your soap sud sins slip down my skin. I sink my head, take a sip, hold my breath, and submerge.

Dark Orchard

Posted on March 28, 2017

In a room full of light, I’m just a shadow. In my shade, a garden shall grow with the sweetest apples.

The Animal Kingdom

Posted on March 25, 2017

My thoughts, wild creatures, leave their footprints on my brain. The clever ones try to cover up their tracks. My thoughts, wild creatures, leave bite marks on my soul. My thoughts, wild creatures, leave claw marks on my heart. A zoo, a real fucking zoo, please don’t feed the animals.

Silent Salute

Posted on March 20, 2017

In the black womb of the night. I stepped into itm and see the infant stars around me, looking at them, umbilical cords of darkness tie us into place. I become nourished by the sky’s cold breath, it flows through those black cords like nutritious blood, until coldness and darkness cannot be separated, in me […]

Petal-Stabbed Moon

Posted on March 16, 2017

The pain you make me feel is like a flowery moon with poison nectar pouring from the craters of its rocky petals. The sticky nectar lands on me, gluing my eyes shut, trickling around my neck and forming a syrupy noose. which chokes me. The poison nectar pours around me, forming a golden casket, entombing […]